After My Death, My Lover Stitched My Body Back Together

The year Adrian Foster was severely injured, I called him a burden and broke up with him decisively. He was devastated, fell into despair, and even contemplated suicide.

Years later, he became a renowned surgeon, determined to make me pay for what I did. Until someone begged him to restore a badly damaged body. He didn't know that I had already faced my comeuppance.

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When the police found me, heavy snow was falling from the sky. They brought tools to a wasteland outside the city, digging three feet into the earth before they finally uncovered my dismembered limbs.